The Dreaded Gobblin' Grabber
The Gobblin' Grabber, ya say... hmmmmmmmm, oh yes, horrible beast that... highly dangerous... likes pies, or pie thiefs maybe.Come in close and gather round, there's a visitor here from out of town.
Gather round now, don't be shy, He's really quite a friendly guy.
Listen closely to my tale, Of the Gobblin' Grabber, and the Widow Shale.
Now Widow Shale lived far from town, minding the quarry the whole year 'round
"And that, sadly, is where the rhyming ends, for a bard, I am not" said Maze Walker , "but the tale isnt finished." "You see, Widow Shale did in live all alone, out of sight of town. Midsummer was approaching, and she knew she had to prepare for the festivities. You see back in those days it was much more common for the Fae to visit on the Solstice. One never knew if a stranger could be Titania, Mab, or some other Fae of importance. Not that one should risk the ire of a lesser Fae either, mind you, it is a smaller step than you think between a Brownie and a Red Cap. "But I digress, So midsummer was approaching and she decided to prepare her famous Quarry Pie. How famous, well in her younger years a hundred years or so earlier, it won a kingdom-wide competition. The King even had his cooks ask her for the recipe, which she gave them, leaving out only her secret ingredient. So first she went out gathering, she gathered the vegetables she would need from her garden, potatoes, carrots, onions and the like. She set them aside and set about tracking down her goat to get the milk that she would need to churn in to butter. As she came back, something had torn through both her basket of vegetables, a good portion of her kitchen, and part of her garden fence. Seeing this, she knew she needed to go to town, and warn them that something was in the area. "Sure," the towns folk said "we will watch out for this dreaded vegetable thief." And in their minds they were sure that she had left a door open and a boar had gotten in, or even more likely her own goat.
And for now that is where this leaves off, I know where I want the story to go: a sneaky minotaur, none other than Maze Walker himself (young and not yet civilized), is in fact the Gobblin' Grabber. He is befriended by the Widow, well, civilized. Taught language, taught to dress, etcetera etcetera. At the end he pulls pies out of his pocket for the children listening to his tale, perhaps the very pies he distracted some of them from stealing with his arrival... who knows.
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